****** cold it was, this February night in Virginia.
Five or six degrees thereabouts with a bit of wind.
Hard to stay warm in the shack,
even with the heat running full blast.
Had to keep the window cracked just a tad in case I dozed.
The sound of the car engines would snap me back to consciousness
as they turned onto the property - the school property.
This is my moonlight gig,
midnight to eight - Saturday and Sundays, seven years now.
No major happenings.
No Taliban attempting a takeover.
No student going over the deep end
from home sickness.
Just an occasional alarm mishap,
or ambulance call for a sick resident.
But this morning was about to change all that.

It was 4:00am and my relief was just turning
the corner at the top of the hill.
It was time for my 30 minute nap at the Security office.
I hated the idea of leaving the shack,
climbing into my cold car and driving, shivering
on my way to some shut-eye,
but it would be worth it because
by 4:00am, I'm a bit buggy
and the thirty minute catnap would revive me til quittin' time.

The security office is located inside the business office,
a two story brick building which handles shipping along with several manager's offices, including Chief of Security.
I arrived, was about to make my way up the stairs
when I decided to check out
the candy dispenser in the small room to the left
on the bottom floor.
I've known it was there for seven years,
but not once in all that time have I altered my immediate
route to the stairs.
Perhaps because my time on these breaks is limited,
and every minute of sleep is precious.
This time, for whatever reason, I changed my routine.
As I was walking towards the candy dispenser,
I noticed a framed photo on the wall.
It was a photo of a gentleman who had worked here for thirty years.
A gentleman who also passed away on the property.
There was writing...thanking him for his service.
I proceeded to the candy and chips...nothing special here
as I suspected.
I then proceeded to the Security office,
pulled up a chair, leaned back and closed my eyes.
Something was different.
In seven years I'd never felt in any way a presence other than my own,
until now.
The old 25 watt lamp on the desk behind me began flickering and making that noise a bulb makes before it goes out...bzzzt...bzzzzt.
To my right was the office door - closed.
I was able to see the light of the hallway in the inch or so of clearance at the bottom. I'm not sure what drew me to look there, but just as I did, a large chunk of the light became blocked from right to left, then back, then back again as if a woman in a long dress or a man in a trench coat was walking back and forth. I tried to convince myself that this was the hallway lights flickering as well, but I knew better.
I mustered enough courage to slowly rise from the chair, which made  an ungodly creek, and walk slowly to the door. I opened it to find no-one there.
I sat back down after turning on the main office lights.
The old saying about the hairs raising on your arms when a spirit is present is true. They were standing straight as soldiers in formation.
I waited about 20 seconds and then began engaging whoever was with me.
'Can I ask your name? Did you work here?'
Before I could ask the next question, the lights went completely out.
I blamed it on the cold until I realized that the rest of the campus still had power.
At this point, curiosity and terror were running neck and neck. I sat motionless in the near pitch darkness for 30 to 45 seconds.
I finally gathered enough wits to speak; 'If you wish me to leave, I will do so, but I ask that you please turn the power back...' before I could finish, the power returned. I did not hesitate to make
my exit. I held my breath until I reached the bottom of the stairs, praying that the lights stay on. The hairs finally returned to their normal state when I reached the shack. George was watching 'Uncut Animal Attacks' and chomping on his giant 711 mug full of ice.
'Thanks, George! see ya tomorrow!'

I returned the next night, video recorder in hand and captured what I believe were the words of Jane Kyle -  'The Shrew of Foxcroft'

who knows the dream of the solo captain
night surveyor
ocean drifter
following his heart to the center of the Sun
riding consciousness  past stars
where darkness is true
sailing his soul onto shores
where only he has tread

come with me my love
and you will know beauty
only glimpsed at the edge of thought
only wished at the pinnacle of ecstasy
only cried for at the moment of death
it waits for us
here in the crosswalk of our imagination
where dreams collide

How beautiful she is in fires light
flames dance sparks off black marble eyes
lips red and dripping sighs
draw me to bosoms salted taste
we lay first locked in passions moan
inferno of sweet lovers heat
she whispers her undying love
bites flesh
rakes nails along back's skin
I swim in swirling shadows
fall dizzy into the altered state
breathless in the bloodied rapture
the addiction that is she

I see behind fictitious eyes
tears that freeze upon icy skin
a warmth is buried
trying to rise
through cracks in stone
from deep within

I am allowed during hearts eclipse
to venture through her darkest seas
to taste her unprotected lips
in waves of love
they whisper please

I see behind fictitious eyes
a brief glimpse into my lovers light
that carries me through the veiled disguise
until once again
we share the night

Words float to the surface
from sunken ships
they form like babies
on baby's lips
they flutter like wings
of a butterfly chip
that will beat a thousand years
i walk this madness into the Sun
i burn the sadness
now it is done
i hope to find you
while on the run
lover who sheds no tears
strands collected
time to start
pump the blood that plays the part
of what was once a raging heart
now craves for what was lost

Replicant rises to face the day
memories surface
then drift away
perhaps returning
next time he lay
beneath the constant Moon

A garden grows this darkened wood
shade by ancient Oak
clouds be thick
dirt be moist
where breath of Sunlight choke
plentiful the plant does grow
in pitch of night it feed
on onion root and wayward toad
this plant of human seed
cloned and honed to grow as wheat
what science has begun
hide away these darkened wood
should mother's soldiers run
with fires racing cross the open
seizures of this land
our dna from yesterday
shall rise from death of man

I miss the future
when, if I wanted to see you
I just beamed myself from my dark room
to your waiting arms
we walked for hours along the coastline
where California use to be
of-course our feelings changed a bit
when we learned we were not truly of this earth
but brought from another dying planet
some several thousand years ago
but it was still so much better than the now
when we ****** our own presidents
and sacrifice lives in wars that we start

an old spirit who I passed on the trail of tears
spoke to me in my sleep
he told me that the future was only a dream
and to prepare myself for the end
I asked him how
and he turned back and said
'pray to the souls that your people have vanquished
that they forgive your sins
you spit in the face of mother earth
and cut her breath to make room for cows and pigs
so that you may gorge
you sacrifice your brothers in the name of false Gods
and your leaders fatten themselves off the sweat of their own
with no regard for all man's lifeblood
you took this precious gift and threw it away
and now
even in the face of death
you squabble like spoiled children
ignoring the inevitable
so pray that your children will not face the final day
for it will be fire'
and with that he turned and
I awoke...

****...8:30
late for work!

well, he didn't really get loose
I forgot to put him back with Spike after his 30 minutes of freedom
3 hours later, after looking under every chair and couch,
checking every room, every closet
inside every box of crap I keep in the basement
I got to wondering if he climbed into the basket of ***** clothes
and is now belly up in the rinse cycle
luckily that wasn't the case
after an exhaustive search,
I was convinced he was under or behind the refrigerator
but I was too tired to move it
so I decided to wait until tomorrow
as I was about to climb into my luxurious air mattress
something caught my eye in the corner
Zilla was poking his head out from under the speaker
of my mp3 player
stared at me as if to say;
'you lookin' for me?'
I knew he was hungry...he didn't think about that
when he went awol
so I put him back in his glass house where Spike gave him a
'welcome home'
slap in the face with his tongue
and I fed him a nice juicy superworm

no fur on the clothes or furniture
no barking at the neighbors
no smelly litter boxes or yard mines
no yearly shots, expensive food, flea and tic oil
sweaters, burial plots, surgeries, walks in the park...MUST I GO ON?!
Geckos...the perfect pet!

Fleeting signs of a body lay
dried by time and desert Sun
chosen sanctum
here he'd stay
rest his heart
end his run
crisp clear nights
spark cleansing dreams
spirits walk the cooling land
evil fears what Heaven deems
a haven in the sand
hope had sent this bitter soul
to seek content in death
beneath the nightly desert sky
a smile precedes
his final breath

I am wrapped in the vivid dream of watching a door slam itself
followed by the mattress giving way to the weight of someone not there
at least to the naked eye
I see something moving towards me - green mass - alive with energy
reaching out as it approaches
I am but a child in these dreams and I awaken to the screams of an old man
sweat upon my brow
stark straight in a panic until my heart stops racing
these vivid nightmares come nightly now
during and after sleep

my thirst has deepened and they are aware
my unbridled curiosity draws them to me
I am both terrified and mystified by their presence
Once relegated to the outside world,
they have arrived at my home and their reluctance ended
with a touch on my foot as it dangled precariously off the mattress edge
each with a small electric charge

it is a journey I choose because they choose me
I believe I have passed the test for they have yet to dissuade me
I have learned but a sentence of a book yet unread
I have barely whispered in these endless halls

where I go from here I am not sure
perhaps to shorten the distance between the physical and the after
by relaying the word that this is not the end
but rather the beginning of the immortal spirit

as the Sun set on that day
so many years ago
tears finally ebb from swollen eyes
come much too early
burned like fire against this child's heart
it's aftermath
a lifetime of growing anger
and distrust
unseen scar that overtook a once joyous soul

I know ever more clearly
as each year passes
those that snuffed the light of hope on that day
guided by greed and hate
and threatened by
harbingers of peace
look at them grin in their victory
slithering in their lust for war and power
sacrificing their own humanity
cowards everyone
but I will find you
the minute my heart ceases I will find you all
for your undoing is in your failure to recognize
that your souls
your rotted, putrid souls shall live forever
shall face the penalties of your actions
before God and his true children

I have lived with the knowledge that I will face you in death
as will those whose dreams you turned to nightmares
we know you
we have always seen clearly through the lie
we will forever haunt your ******* souls
there is no escape
from eternity

the moon
once the beautiful loner
giving final nod to lovers
in backs of cars
to consummate their fire

the moon
mystery orb
prayed to and lied to
hearts gravity
the God of all desire

the moon
one small step
size 11 imprint
like red paint smeared across Mona's face

no longer the nod

there are nights
when the moon cannot be found
and the stars hide behind unseen clouds
on these nights
I turn to thoughts of you
that arrive on waves of  imagined shores
and saturate like sand the open wounds of memory
the images painful
yet consoling
distant  
yet within reach
here I will drift to sea
live a dream I will not remember

and I shall curse the morning rain
for taking you away

I sense a distance
almost imperceptible
but there
like the silent breath
of a ghost
or the cry of a dying star

something has left your smile
your touch
a second split into timeless truth
your hesitant kiss
sends a thousand shards of ice through my heart
the light that once flickered
is gone from your eyes

here
in the battered chambers
of this once vital heart
the uneven echoes
send signals of it's impending failure
the body relaxed in the haze of morphine
the mind alone in the dreamscape before death
a magnified tapestry of color
Sun and golden fields from a VanGogh painting
move within my thoughts
swaying and quelling the offbeat of distant drums

a lone leafless tree
a branch holding lines of crow
awaiting the rain
turn to see me
'follow them'
a voice whispers from beyond the wheatfield
they take flight
as do I
towards the darkest of the ominous clouds
'this is so worth it' I thought
just before the lightning snaked it's way across the blistering blue sky
releasing me from my mortal coil

I had to smile as I hovered there
watching them zap me again and again
bless them for their perseverance

How I arrived there
I'm not quite sure
through a rabbit hole
or through a door
was it a fraction of a second
or a thousand tears
a world that lives
within my fears?
what I saw with my mind's eye
were shades of me
against the sky
I traveled still through
realms of blue
I touched a dream I had of you

in a life that awaits
our souls would remain
together as lovers
we danced in the rain
I felt a hope I had never known
I saw a light that had never shone
and all the doubt and fear within
had vanished in the very thin
breath
before my death

it's raining today
bouncing off the roof and glass
of this 100 year old building
the room is eerily dark
as only faint Sun makes it through the skylight
the ghosts whisper and shuffle about
the cat is timid and disappears under the bed
the hum of early traffic is constant and tires splashing
through rain is irritating
I recall a dream just before I awoke
I helped a friend who's old white Cadillac wouldn't start
she had to drive to Michigan
and in the dream I thought;
'this ******* ain't makin' it to Michigan'
but I couldn't stop her
and now I wonder;
is she broke down and in a panic along I-80?
maybe I should have tried harder
but that's where I woke up
or is that where I fell asleep?
perhaps I am dreaming now
the ghosts love to watch me ponder

my heart will soon expire
during a blinding rage against
a travesty passing as light breeze
in the storm of this ungodly hour
we sit silent in our own mundane and minute plans
miniscule needs, fraudulent desires
night holds no wishes
no dreams
there is no life in the eyes of these sad children
only the grin of instant gratification

I remember when there were dreams
when there was room for thought
room to search the vast landscape of our consciousness
the curse of having lived before the digital age

we are fading as we flash our rehearsed smiles
we are cooking in our own tasteless juices
we struggle deciding on coke zero or diet pepsi  
as our brothers are beheaded

and we don't blink

i skirt the edge of reality
yet i remain sane
for i know it is there
and should i dare
decide aware
that i should re enter where
dead eyes stare
where mother's bear the weight
of their children's pain
and pray that rain will keep them safe
away from sin
stave the devil let the Lord settle in
which direction do i take
is it life or something like it
where's the line between real and fake
give and take
love and make
love
bless me father for I have sinned
i have walked with the dead and scorned the living
i have sacrificed life for my true soul is giving
to those that reside on the other side
the spirits taken from flesh and blood
from life and love in fire and flood
i speak to them in darkness true
they know me in this in-between
where space from life to death is seen
i hear their voices
i see their light
in the comfort of our trusted night
allow these few moments to remain
for they find comfort in my pain

Onward cried the empath
whisperer of ghosts
through a maze of darkness
through layers of time
and static thought
his mind open and protected
by the belief of his followers
onward through the blind prejudice
of the unmoved and unwilling
into the realm of calm
into a sea of silent dreams
until at last the path is clear
the droves of disbelievers
turned away
by the powers of pristine consciousness
here
past the walls of centuries built by doubt
the words of a kindred spirit
the response of a lost soul searching for light
"I hear You"

we have drifted far from the maddening crowd
yet we look back with both envy and pity at the sleeping world
we are surrounded by colors we have never seen
on the ground and in the skies
my God, how beautiful it is
yet we know
by coming here
we invite the shadows as well
they stalk the vast fields and will envelop us in their darkness
when we are most vulnerable
this is the price we pay
to visit the always awaiting oasis
but, oh the rewards for those who dare take this path
what sights we see
what sounds we hear
what dreams may come

you appear from the East
into a scene of purple and red shafts of light
that split the darkened rain burdened clouds
as the Sun falls away
catching a thousand eyes
mesmerize

silently gliding
capturing the minds of child and elderly alike
yellow beams of energy pulse as if alive
encircle you in waves
you pause and pull the thought from your admirers
we see the universe for just a moment

and you are gone

certainly our imagination caught us twitching
and today
reason has resumed

"You take their lives with no compassion,
as if killing a fly.
They are Human Beings."

"They are cattle! and should be treated as such."

"But you were Human."

"Silence!
I have lived 10 thousand years.
Do you really believe I still carry compassion for these creatures?
You will lose compassion very quickly, my boy.
When you are sick of rodent and dog.
When nights pass one after another and your hunger is all that guides you.
When you grovel in the rain and mud waiting for a farmer to check his fields.
When their blood is your survival.
Talk to me of compassion after 100 kills."

"I don't know if I want this.
Must I lose my soul to gain immortality?"

"Don't be silly, my boy...your soul is already lost."

i'm dying here
this wretched place
where savage wind
cut cold my face
where clocks crass scream
brings hollow thought
eyes the mirror
blank and caught
in ancient battles
on ancient fields
heart and mind
wall that shields
i want to touch
i want to reach
the shore that never hugs the beach
and leave this soul
now spent and sad
longing for the dream it had
longing for the gentle smile
the night when i can sit a while
and look into another's eyes
and gaze the sun
now on the rise

there is a darkness that bleeds
into all my life's colors
no matter how bright the day may be

it forever lingers
always quick to bring
it's dull suppressing shadow
over these brief dances in the Sun

there comes a day
in all our lives
when the light is eclipsed by this
unsuspected cloud

and we no longer bask in the glow
of youth

In the eyes of the fleeting foxes
we were not magnificent
welcome to the machine
or rage against it
but remember
if you betray the wall
then you must bid farewell to kings
working on a mystery will bow to natural science
so hear me now my starry eyed talking heads
in the days of future past
deftones that guide us from the dark side of the moon
like time, stands still
sounds of silence will prevail
from the darkest depths of mordor
GaGas, Biebers, and bands of mindless disney orks
shall arrive from across the universe
black days shall grip this planet
down down down in a burning ring of fire
landslide
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
stayin alive
the day the music dies

I'm very well versed
in adverse condition
I stay perched on first
and disperse ammunition
I reverse my diverse
impolite imposition
to continue a terse
yet contrite disposition
if she winks
then me thinks
I've conveyed
my position
if she blinks
then I've jinxed
Goddess Venus
and her mission

the poetry of simplicity
the delicate wonder of a stars timeless light
the soft soul dance of lovers unspoken emotion

the intricate and infinite world of dream memories
that lay waiting for the routine,
yet vastly uncharted landscape of sleep

and in sleep
the poet thrived
washed in fields of light
and oceans of pure and pristine thought

in the day
when the universe was kind
it would send him the words
that began the story
of his dreamscape

some say he was reaching for a pen
as new words fell from the Sun
he drifted slowly and silently from the road
the words never written
the dream never shared
by this simple man

malignant soul
racing through life with eyes fixed
not on the stars
but on these satellites you wish to destroy
system crawler
captain of the drones
your walls hide you no more
for I
survivor of the phase
occupier of the after
thinker
now multiply
and we
see
you

to be alone
so rare these days
electric faces fill the haze
these empty hours bring 'lovers lost' scars
I need a night beneath the stars
so the night owl hoots to the whispering breeze
which kisses the river and pierces the trees
before I succumb to the calling of sleep
an eerie laughter did seem to leap
from the gusting wind and the chilling night
it enters my soul and takes its bite
was mankind's howl that filled the air
that turned my solace to stark despair
a silent scream as skyward eyes fill
with the land man has *****
the mystery he has killed
my soul cries as I view it
our tracks have cut its face
this sacred Sunlit oasis
no longer frozen
in time and space

Someone along the way
I'm not sure who or why
drove my myth into the ground
derived pleasure in seeing
the dreams I thought attainable
turn to so many dried leaves
gathering in the corner
unnoticed

Somewhere along the way
I lost the will to hold
those dreams sacred
thus quieting my souls breath
to all but a whisper
all but a vanquished hope
silent in the corner
unheard

Somehow along the way
I found solace in relinquishing
that which set me apart
from those already there
aglow in blind contentment
the safety of their corner
awaiting the day
and not the night
my own shadow
become a stranger

wilted pride
and severed tongue
the cry of freedom
but a faint echo
falling on deaf ears
their blood runs clear
their souls forgotten
like great pillars that hold the walls
of an empty cathedral
heartless children of a dying age
you betray your fathers and your God
while your self serving greed
wreaks the essence of evil

in the after
you shall taste the sting of eternity
in the company of your like

I wish to write a poem today
but I'm not sure where to start
I know that I have words to say
yet they are lost within my heart

through all the darkness
through all the years
through all unspoken pain
they are buried in my mind like tears
that fall amidst the rain

like dreams that have no borders
our souls are undefined
they hold the gift of deepest thought
so we enter
and we find

that a place awaits those willing
to shed their conscious strife
where love and pain and hope are spilling
into words
into lines
into life

I wish to write a poem today
but I'm not sure where to start

here
the watchers gather
and talk amongst themselves
of things they have witnessed
for even in this age of awareness
those that believe,
those that know
are destined to gather
here

the night sky
the farm house long vacant
the coincidences
only they see
have them walking a path of light
few can fathom
like birds on a wire
they await
the inevitable storm

I live to sleep
it is here I thrive
around the curtain I peep
where the mind comes alive
mysteries await
in facets of blue
bird on a gate
in a field holds the clue
ships from the ancients
on a mountaintop near
show me their world
in a glass crystal clear
where liquid colors
explode in the sky
creating a portrait
of my lover and I
the ecstasy of thought
far beyond waking ties
will allow you to dream
with your heart and your eyes
open

Within this colossal concrete tomb
the shadows of the workers loom
their vanquished voices engulf the night
for few have knowledge of their plight
some fell to their death
while the walls were poured
their screams unheard
as the mixture roared
some walked this oasis
before the white man's hand
bloodied the soil
and defiled the land
they acknowledged the spirits
and respected the earth
then fell to the edict
and their ruler's mirth
within these walls of needless death
where souls remain forlorn
the cries of many will tear your heart
should you stay to hear them mourn

Inspired by the 'Ghosthunters'episode: Flooded Souls

Beyond these unyielding doubts
cast upon me like rust-splintered chains
haunting my every thought
my every breath
there is reason
for my existence
the strength of which carries me beyond the fog
from which these chains are cast

there is purpose in my struggle
a light that burns unrelenting
searching the summits
riding the storms to their end
darkness be ******
the rain and wind of change
only serve to make me stronger
more determined
to write these thoughts
that lay in waiting
for those willing

I remain a poet
in this age of the dying word

when the dream ends
and you awaken
to all the lies that were mistaken
for all the truths
that left you shaken
alone again
and no-one knows

when the light dims
on this special dream
all your hope like a silent scream
is torn from you
unheard unseen
while spirits fail to move

waves of silence
rule the night
drain the world
of lover's light
bitter souls dance of spite
stolen
are the hearts below

in the endless possibility of dream
we talk in the calmest of whispers
ever so close
I am burning within these shadows
brushing against her
echoed laughter
the smell of her hair
and the electricity of her skin
exceeds consciousness
the beauty of the dream is in it's clarity
of that which is born from the energy
of two

You've reached your pinnacle, Roy
here in the rain
your tears lost
the prodigal son
will leave his maker
and meet no-one in the after
Rebel in your time
replicated emotion
but emotion just the same
perhaps the most human application
was one unintended
that thought is pure
in death

looking back through time shaved eyes
I am blessed by these corridors of memory
otherwise hollow
should you not be present
epic torture of a miniscule life
only room for so many kings
return to me on the power of thought
fleeting though it was
it was
I lose myself in the open valley
and rolling hills
on this daybreak drive
and I am there
with you in those precious days
when our love burned
through the boundaries
of time

Gray ash fell to scorched landscape
like dying moths
only scattered shells remain
of once noble statues
monuments of steel
fragmented against a burning sky
the face of apocalypse
grimaced an unwavering defiance
wings of angels
sent burning air snaking, swirling
as they descended
collecting the souls worthy of salvation
worthy of another life
in another time

He would walk to Bears Den when the weather allowed
when his old bones felt as if they could take the steep mountain road
he would sit upon the rock that faced West
towards Winchester
and here he would search for inspiration
despite the pain in his shoulder and knees
he could block that out long enough
to find a few words
the poet of Pine Grove
they would see him on occasion
mention to the country store clerk that
the old man with the pad of paper
was heading up the mountain again
no-one knew who he was exactly
or where he came from
they just knew he was no kin to the local folk
one Winter's day a few kids made their way to Bears Den
to throw stones off the edge
they found the old man
laying sideways on the rock
clutching a pencil
and on the pad
they read the first few lines of a poem;
'Here I can see forever
here I am above the fray'
He was buried in the little cemetery
near Unison
where the Birdman and Wiley rest
it is quiet there
the breeze is constant and the view is open
it is a good place for an old poet's soul
to contemplate his art

Warning: I rarely drop f bombs in my poetry...but this is most definitely an exception. Please see link in notes. Thank you!


I was thinking on the way home from work in my car that has no air conditioning because as we all know, air conditioners in cars rarely last past 100,000 miles and make a great excuse for getting a new car. That’s why car manufacturers put ******* ac’s in cars. That's why car manufacturers don't like any new ideas like something other than that **** we've been running on for 100 ******* years. Ever wonder how we can make an electric car for the moon in the 60's, but for the most part we're still running on Exxon 50 years later?! Ever wonder why there's been no new innovations in getting our fat ***** around? Ever wonder why the few electric cars we finally have are so ******* expensive? Jesus, wake the **** up! Anyway, I was thinking about how this was the 3rd day in a row of 99 degree temps and how anything over 90 degrees was a rarity when I was a kid. So I gotta say Al Gore had his **** together…Inconvenient Truth baby! So, what the **** happened to Al Gore...thank you! So I get home and stand in front of my ac for 10 minutes because I’m sweatin’ my *** off. Then I turn on the tv to relax for a few minutes and I see that oil is still leakin’ in the Golf. Haven’t they fixed that **** yet? Why ain’t these ******* in jail? Millions of gallons of oil going through a pipe into a boat and they got no ******* plan to stop it if it ***** up? Way to go BP, you stupid *****! Oh, and thank you for keeping an eye on this **** for us…whatever department we are paying taxes out the *** for keepin' an eye on this **** for us! Also, gotta’ give a shout out to my buddies at Exxon once again who dragged their ***** through court for 20 years and ended up paying 10% of what they were originally ordered to pay for dropping millions of gallons of your precious oil into the Prince William Sound. Did you send thank you cards to the Supreme Court for kissin’ your ***** you collective pile of ****! How many thousands of lives did you ruin? Do you think about that…**** no! A few years ago I laughed when I saw somethin' on the web that said the 911 attack was planned. Now that **** was even too far out there for me to believe. Then I saw Mr. Bush tell a reporter that he saw the first plane hit the first building on tv before he went into that school. Think about that **** for a minute. JFK assassination…after years of reading books on this and seeing documentaries…I found out that even the Zapruder film has been spliced and diced from the get-go to possibly cover up a head shot from Kennedy’s left side. I said ‘possibly’ because I just don’t ******* know and none of us will until somebody that does tells us the truth. The truth...remember what that is? Maybe not...because we rarely hear it. God knows enough witnesses tried to tell the truth. They ended up either dead or scared of being dead. Ever hear of the Harper fragment? Look it up! The one thing that plays over and over in my head that points me in one direction is the two Secret Service agents being ordered back into their car filled with other secret service agents and away from the back of Kennedy’s car just before it headed down Dealy Plaza and seeing the one agent shrug his shoulders twice…as if to say…’why the **** do you want me to sit in the car doin' **** when my job is to protect the President.’ I bet you haven’t seen that, have you? Do I hate this Country, No! I love this country. What I hate is lies. What I hate is being manipulated. What I hate is greed…and those things have worked their way into our Government, our Corporations, Our media, our Courts and our thoughts. Even Eisenhower tried to warn us about this **** and Kennedy tried to stop it. Last President that actually had the ***** to stand up to these ****** that own our country now. Too many of us feel we are betraying country, neighbors and friends by questioning what is happening. It is possible to love and question. There’s a great line from a Clint Eastwood movie; 'Don’t **** down my back and tell me it’s rainin.’ Well, they been ******' down our backs ever since they slaughtered the original owners of this prized piece of real estate. Google 'Trail of Tears' and learn some history...cause you won't learn any of it in our wonderful educational system. **** it’s HOT!
I’m nobody…but if I was somebody and this was published in Rolling Stone and one week later they found me dearly departed…the victim of a drug overdose, a fast moving cancer, a karate chop to the neck or a single car accident in the desert…would you question or would you accept…question or accept….question…love ya Dorothy!

the beat changes in your presence
skips to a slightly altered cadence
more blood, more power
the awakening of my heart
the eyes more perceptive
the brain aglow
the scent of you kisses the marrow
and ignites every nerve
these moments
I breathe you
absorb you
quiver in your touch

such is the rhythm
of love

It is the Sun that awakens me these mornings
I no longer reach the beach in time to see it rise
as we did
I must get back to that
hold on to those things we shared
those precious hours
or should I

I walk the beach
talk to you when I sense you near
two gulls glide like silk just off shore
there are bits and pieces I visit with you
embraces
laughter
as we lost ourselves in the waves at dusk
these memories will never leave

I grow tired in the evenings
the price of love is steep
when it is over
the power of memory
a fine line between pleasure and pain

I have come to find this room
my salvation
here I can seperate the two
explore the side that rarely shows
where time does not press it's heavy hands
against my back

you let me know of your presence that first night
when you brushed the dollar bill from the table
as I had asked
you allow my return
I sense that you even welcome me
here in this room where you passed
to make that connection
does it mean that you are not really gone
in spirit?
do you even have that choice?

see the world through my eyes if you wish
walk beside me in the life outside this room
I am here for you my friend

storms roll in
as my final breath approaches
it begins it's journey as that breath is taken
dancing upon a lightning bolt to the clear night sky above
shimmering moonlight it follows to islands of crystal blue waters
then shooting up to the outskirts of Heaven
to frolic among the constellations
turning from Orion to look upon it's new home
and allowed a moments burn
the time savored
the life lived upon the planet of oceans and mountains and lush green fields
the planet where love is unique
and power is held by a heartless few
where the many lives touched
and memories rendered
will fade like the morning fog
into the lost oasis of time
this
the journey of my soul

In the dim light of the kitchen
I noticed she was standing,
gazing through the window
for quite some time
I took another sip of coffee
and made my way over
her back to me
I put my arm round her shoulder as I often do
"What do you see out there in the dark?"
she didn't answer
just continued to stare
then turning slightly toward me
I saw a tear had made it's way down her cheek
her hand was shaking just enough that I would notice
"I don't remember walking over here"
she said in such a pitiful voice
that I had to fight back my own tears
"You're just tired
Maybe we should turn in early"

Like the dying light of a distant star
I was losing her
a little more each night

In the dim of the kitchen
I sip my coffee
and eye a black patch of sky
where once flickered the light of a star
so brightly

I hear soft music
haunting sitar riding the low wave of a synthesizer bass
I am perplexed by the choice I must make
be taken by the song
or fight the twisting pain in my chest
'In search of the lost chord'
that Moody Blues title
I've found it!
here in the between space
'Visions of Paradise'
'Steppin' in a Time Zone'
I'm dying
and I can't stop listening
can't stop
the pain subsides
and I am crossed
I think
the music and vision now clear and strong
George is playing the sitar
and the synthesizer is not a synthesizer
but the wave itself
the beach I return to each Summer
Vincent hums along as he paints a wheat field
that fades in and out over the horizon
and the Sun is blazing
there in a white suit I see him
"The Lucky man..."
John says to Marilyn
as he turns toward me
..."you've made the grade"

the Sun suddenly falls behind the horizon
the music fades
I begin moving back to the center of all there was
and for a moment there is nothing
no sound
no light
then a voice
"It looks as if he's decided to return"
I awake to see a man in a very long beard,
dressed in white
with round spectacles staring down at me
"I'm Dr. Wall...Russ Wall"
"You're a lucky man! looks as though it's just another day in the life of...
what was your name, friend?"